Tuesday, November 7
NaNoWriMo Update
"Step through please," Billy said more firmly. The security guards tensed.
Hugh came over. "What's up lads? Mick causing you trouble?"
"We're just trying to get your friend to go through a standard security checkpoint. Which he was just about to do...wasn't he Mick?"
Mick looked back and forth. "Fine, fuck it." He stepped through the sensor. It beeped.
"Step back please," said Billy.
Mick stepped back. "That's right, pat me down. ‘Specially the crotch."
Billy patted him down. He came up with nothing.
“Ya don’t think it’s the big metal belt buckle staring ya in the fucking face that’s causin’ the ruckus, do ya?”
Billy peered down at Mick’s waist without looking at his crotch. Sure enough, he had been so preoccupied with finding a weapon that he had missed it.
“Take it off.”
“Fuck you.”
“Sir, please take off your belt.”
“Sir,” Mick said back politely, “please go fuck yourself. I don’t take off my belt fer no man, and despite those saggy tits, I think you’re still a man.”
Billy’s face turned bright red.
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